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Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

We are addicted to our thoughts. We cannot change anything if we cannot change our thinking.

Quote Me Everyday

Santosh Kalwar

Quote Me Everyday

There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts.

The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.

History    Rome    Soul    Thoughts    Wisdom

When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first.
Even I didn't jump first.
Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.
Beautiful.

Four    Thoughts    Tobias

We'd start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for awhile. Maybe even forever.
That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.

Life    Self    Thoughts

Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.

Art    Artist    Artistic    Contemplating    Dreams    Experience    Fantasy    Fun    Imagination    Life    Perception    Perspective    Poetry    Reading    Reality    Solitude    Songwriting    Thinking    Thoughts    Universe    Vicarious    Writing

Doubt as sin. — Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature — is sin! And notice that all this means that the foundation of belief and all reflection on its origin is likewise excluded as sinful. What is wanted are blindness and intoxication and an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned.

You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory!

Powder and Patch

Georgette Heyer

Powder and Patch
Humor    Men    Thoughts    Women

It's okay to disagree with the thoughts or opinions expressed by other people. That doesn't give you the right to deny any sense they might make. Nor does it give you a right to accuse someone of poorly expressing their beliefs just because you don't like what they are saying. Learn to recognize good writing when you read it, even if it means overcoming your pride and opening your mind beyond what is comfortable.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

The universe doesn’t give you what you ask for with your thoughts - it gives you what you demand with your actions.

A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.

Where does a thought go when it's forgotten?

What the hell is
instant
? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain
feels
particularly instantaneous.

When it comes to books and friends, it is best to have only a few but all good ones.

Will You Be There?

Guillaume Musso

Will You Be There?

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

Dejan stojanovic    Feelings    Literature    Literature quotes    Loud    Poetry quotes    Quotes    Shy    Shyness    Thoughts    Wisdom    Words    World

Sometimes I feel as though there are two me's, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when she's supposed to nod and says what she's supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams... Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I'm two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.

Feelings    Life    Me    Thoughts

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about.
If you could hear other people’s thoughts, you’d overhear things that are true as well as things that are completely random. And you wouldn’t know one from the other. It’d drive you insane. What’s true? What’s not? A million ideas, but what do they mean?

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

Anne of Green Gables

L.M. Montgomery

Anne of Green Gables

To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.

If someone does not want me it is not the end of the world. But if I do not want me, the world is nothing but endings.

Inspirational    Lessons    Life    Love    Perspective    Self    Thoughts

You've never lived what you are thinking, and that isn't good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value.

Demian

Hermann Hesse

Demian
Actions    Life    Living    Thoughts

What exactly was the difference? He wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms?

I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue.
Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each letter.
Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips.
A name I won’t throw around lightheartedly or repeat without deep thought.
And if ever I speak of you, I use the English language to describe who you were to me. You are nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar form….. carries too much meaning for my capricious heart.

Love    Love story    Memories    Names    Passion    Remembering    Sentiment    Thoughts    Writers    Your name

I shall take the heart. [...] For brains do not make one happy, and happiness is the best thing in the world.

Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will… but then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all. Imagining isn’t perfect. You can’t get all the way inside someone else… But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in. It is the machine that kills the fascists

Paper Towns

John Green

Paper Towns

No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake, and they don't Think.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

...and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.

Alcohol    Alone forever    Average    Cold    Drink    Empty    Fine    Life    Loneliness    Lonely    Love    Mediocre    Not good enough    Okay    Stuck in a rut    Thinking    Thoughts    Try too hard

We experience ourselves our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.

Reality is a projection of your thoughts or the things you habitually think about.

For being different, it’s easy. But to be unique, it’s a complicated thing.

The Yogic sages say that all the pain of a human life is caused by words, as is all the joy. We create words to define our experience and those words bring attendant emotions that jerk us around like dogs on a leash. We get seduced by our own mantras (I'm a failure... I'm lonely... I'm a failure... I'm lonely...) and we become monuments to them. To stop talking for a while, then, is to attempt to strip away the power of words, to stop choking ourselves with words, to liberate ourselves from our suffocating mantras.

Use the wings of the flying Universe,
Dream with open eyes;
See in darkness.

Your hand can seize today, but not tomorrow; and thoughts of your tomorrow are nothing but desire. Don’t waste this breath, if your heart isn’t crazy, since "the rest of your life" won’t last forever.

Carpe diem    Desire    Future    Life    Present    Thoughts    Time    Today    Tomorrow    Wasting time

The most complicated skill is to be simple.

One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts—just mere thoughts—are as powerful as electric batteries—as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got in you may never get over it as long as you live... surprising things can happen to any one who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place.
"Where you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow.

The Secret Garden

Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Secret Garden

The moment you become aware of the ego in you, it is strictly speaking no longer the ego, but just an old, conditioned mind-pattern. Ego implies unawareness. Awareness and ego cannot coexist.

It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.

Gone With The Wind

Margaret Mitchell

He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.

Arguement    Debate    Disagreement    Dispute    Heat    Ice    Thoughts

The things other people have put into my head, at any rate, do not fit together nicely, are often useless and ugly, are out of proportion with one another, are out of proportion with life as it really is outside my head.

Breakfast of Champions

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Breakfast of Champions

There are very few friends that will lie down with you on empty streets in the middle of the night, without a word. No questions, no asking why, just quietly lay there with you, observing the stars, until you're ready to get back up on your feet again and walk the last bit home, softly holding your hand as a quiet way of saying I'm here.
It was a beautiful night.

Alive    Empty streets    Free    Friendship    Love    Night    Prose    Quiet    Stars    Thoughts    Youth

Paper is more patient than man.

Humanity    Life    Thoughts    Writing

Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

It took me
years
to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper. And now that I can take it . . . now that I can finally do it . . . I'm really raring to go.
I was in my study writing. I was learning how to go down into myself and salvage bits and pieces of the past. I was learning how to sneak up on the unconscious and how to catch my seemingly random thoughts and fantasies. By closing me out of his world, Bennett had opened all sorts of worlds inside my own head. Gradually I began to realize that none of the subjects I wrote poems about engaged my deepest feelings, that there was a great chasm between what I cared about and what I wrote about. Why? What was I afraid of? Myself, most of all, it seemed.
"Freedom is an illusion," Bennett would have said and, in a way, I too would have agreed. Sanity, moderation, hard work, stability . . . I believed in them too. But what was that other voice inside of me which kept urging me on toward zipless fucks, and speeding cars and endless wet kisses and guts full of danger? What was that other voice which kept calling me
coward!
and egging me on to burn my bridges, to swallow the poison in one gulp instead of drop by drop, to go down into the bottom of my fear and see if I could pull myself up? Was it a voice? Or was it a thump? Something even more primitive than speech. A kind of pounding in my gut which I had nicknamed my "hunger-thump." It was as if my stomach thought of itself as a heart. And no matter how I filled it—with men, with books, with food—it refused to be still. Unfillable—that's what I was. Nymphomania of the brain. Starvation of the heart.

Fear of Flying

Erica Jong

Fear of Flying
Art    Feminism    Insecurity    Thoughts    Writing

It is the custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtinesses and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.

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